Thursday morning Tasha was applying the last of her make-up in her bathroom. She lived at home with her mother and her siblings, fifteen year olds Jack and Diane, the twins. It was a big house, five bedrooms with five bathrooms, a three car garage with a huge backyard that had an eight foot high privacy wall.

Tasha was nervous today because those two evil teenagers were going to return to the law office. She had reluctantly agreed to take the case of the Snyder twins, Sally and Sarah. The thirteen year old girls were accused of raping Mrs Elaine Johnson, the wife of the President of Cherish Valley Bank, outside the Young Girl Club. The owner of the law firm, Amanda White, had pleaded with her to take the case as the father of the twins paid a large retainer every year to the law firm. Mr. Snyder owned the Young Girl Club and he liked to keep any lawsuits involving the club to a minimum.

Tasha decided to wear plain white panties and a plain white bra under her white blouse. Her dark knee length skirt came just below her knees. She was very self-conscious about how large her breasts are, going back to middle school, Tasha developed more quickly than most of her friends, and got embarrassed about bouncing and jiggling, even in sports bras, when running track or on the tennis court.

The past two days at the office were hard on her. The thirteen year old twins had humiliated her days before. The younger women in the office were whispering behind her back every time she walked by. Tasha felt a tingle in her stomach and her clit jumped when she thought of the twins and what they did to her. She didn't like it one bit but for some reason her panties got a little wet when she did think it about it.

"Why does that happen to me?" Tasha thought to herself not really expecting and answer from herself.

The past two days she had been eating lunch by herself in the break room sitting in the corner while the younger women sat together. Jealousy is what Tasha put their attitude down too. The co-owner of the law firm, Abbie White, had sent around a memo stating that everybody had to eat in the break room, the office cubicles were getting messy and some clients had commented about that. Tasha had asked Abbie if the new rule applied to her and Abbie had almost said, "Even nig..." but quickly caught herself and said 'yes' it included her. Tasha was going to protest but Abbie's hard look convinced Tasha not to say anything more.

Tasha came out of the bathroom and almost bumped into her mother, Tasheka.

"Morning, honey," smiled her mother.

Tasha just nodded her head at her mother's greeting. Ann, or rather, Tasheka, looked at her daughter walk down the hallway.

"Are you Ok Tasha? You look a little pre-occupied."

"I'm fine momma, just have a lot on my mind this morning. I have a court appearance this morning and a busy day ahead." She didn't mention the Snyder twins.

"A big case?" smiled Tasheka as she watched her daughter walk by.

"You could say that," Tasha replied as she walked down the stairs.

Tasha walked into kitchen, Jack and Diane, her twin fifteen year old brother and sister, were sitting at the kitchen table. Tasha prepared a bowl of oatmeal as her brother and sister were giggling and whispering to each other, ignoring her as they usually did.

"Morning you two," smiled Tasha.

"Morning, Tashie," smiled Diane.

Tasha hated that nick name. Her real name was LaTasha but preferred Tasha. She had to keep reminding her brother and sister not to call her 'Tashie'. But something was different this time when Diane called her 'Tashie', her clit tingled and her adrenaline pumped a little more, that was strange.

Jack and Diane both looked at their older sister, waiting for her to admonish them for calling her 'Tashie'.

Tasha was about to say something when she felt just a little leakage between her legs, that distracted her.

'What is going on with my body?' thought Tasha.

Both teens giggled to each other and finished their bowl of cereal.

"Morning kids," said Tasheka as she walked into the kitchen. "I have to leave early, I have a lecture first thing this morning. You kids need a ride to school?" Tasheka was trying her best not to rub her breasts, the bra she was wearing as part of her jungle bunny outfit was one size to small and it squeezed her breasts together, creating unwanted cleavage. She was wearing a pink blouse one size to small that didn't have buttons above the breast line.

"No, momma, we're fine, we're gonna take the school bus," replied Jack as he and his stared at their mother's exposed cleavage behind her blouse.

Both teens got up from the table and headed out of the kitchen. "We have theater practice after school momma so we might be a little late," yelled Diane over her shoulder.

'Ok, you kids have fun today, and mind your teachers," replied Tasheka.

Tasha was sitting there staring at her bowl of oatmeal.

"Must be a real big case if you aren't paying attention to breakfast," smiled Tasheka looking at her daughter. Tasheka was preparing her lunch, over the last two weeks she preferred to eat her lunch in the broom closet rather than be seen in the cafeteria wearing her jungle bunny outfit.

"I'm sorry momma, I have a lot on my mind," smiled Tasha.

You need a ride to the office?"

"No thanks momma, I have a court case this morning so I'm gonna take the bus."

"Well you have a good day then and I will see you this evening," smiled Tasheka as she walked out the door.

***

Tasha had a morning court case. She took the county bus to Climax, the county seat for Cherish Valley. Even though she was a successful defense attorney she saved her money instead of buying a car like other female attorney's. The bus was full of mothers and their kids going to the mall or other places. Cherish Valley had year 'round school system. As Tasha sat on the bus with her briefcase on her lap, a lady in the seat across the aisle from her had her five or six year old daughter sitting on her lap, the girl was facing her mother. The girl was slapping either side of her mother's face with her hands. Some slaps were harder than others the youngster was giggling and laughing each time her mother grimaced with each slap.

Two rows up from her, two teenagers, a boy and a girl, were fucking. The boy was sitting and the girl was sitting on his lap, her thighs either side of the side of the boy's legs as she gripped the back of the seat. The girl had her top down and her size 36 breasts were bouncing up and down as the girl rode the boy. Both kids were giggling between grunts and groans.

Tasha tried to ignore the girl and her mother across from her. Tasha had a boyfriend once, in high school. His name was Debony and lived in town of Intercourse. Cherish Valley was made up of four large towns, Intercourse, Bikini Bottom, Zip Down, and Climax. Tasha smiled to herself because it was true what White people said about black males, they had big cocks and knew how to use them. Debony was seventeen and she was sixteen when they were dating. Debony was caught with a white woman behind the school. The woman was sentence to four days in jail but court sentenced Debony to a life as "Swamp Running Nigger" which meant that the County Kennel trained its Hound dogs to track Niggers through the swamp. If he was caught, he was turned over to the Boy Scouts for a week to be used as a sexual play toy for the young boys. Tasha was hurt at the time because she thought Debony loved her. Her momma had always said black males were no good, always fucking around, planting their seed where ever they could, they were a bunch of lazy bastards, which is why she pointed out, that she married white men.

The bus pulled in front of the courthouse. The building was a three storey granite structure that proclaimed 'Everybody is guilty until proven innocent' across the front of it. Tasha knew from her study in ancient law that the media of the day always tried the guilty person in print and television before the court hearing even started. Cherish Valley agreed with that ancient philosophy.

She walked up the steps and in the front door. Four female bailiffs were walking the hallway. All cases were jury cases, didn't matter what the case was. Juries could be made up of boys and girls, men and women with a minimum age of six years and older. The members of the jury were generally selected by pulling in anybody who was standing around the courthouse hallway or sitting in the courtroom. The female bailiffs went out into the hallways, walked into male and female bathrooms, the cafeteria or anyplace they could and offered a couple of dollars to whoever was available to sit in on a court case. Males usually wanted hand jobs instead of money but almost all females took the cash.

The female bailiffs had to wear five or six inch black heels, flesh colored hose, blue skirts that came mid-thigh and a white blouse that was one size too small. To finish off the uniform, each had a pair of handcuffs and a ten inch cattle prod hanging off their equipment belt. It was a County requirement that all female bailiffs have 36 double D breasts, were six feet tall and have blonde hair and blue eyes. Each bailiff had to have a degree in hand jobs and a certificate in masturbation techniques.

"Hey you!" a bailiff yelled over at Tasha.

"Yes?" Tasha smiled.

"Wanna sit on a jury? I'll give two dollars for your time," smiled the tall bailiff.

Tasha looked at the clock on the wall, 'why not' she thought, 'I have a little time before my case gets heard'.

"Sure," replied Tasha.

The bailiff, whose name tag proclaimed her as "Trixie" stuff two dollars into Tasha's hand. "Room 10 on the second floor in five minutes," smiled Trixie.

"Room 10?" asked Tasha, that was where her case was going to be heard.

'Yeah, room 10, it's a hanging case," Trixie said as she walked off to find another potential juror for another case.

Tasha walked up the stairs and entered room 10.

"Are you a juror?" asked the bailiff.

"Yes."

"Take a seat in the box there," the bailiff pointed.

In the juror box sat four young girls, Tasha thought they might be eight or nine years of age. As she sat down, the girls were giggling at a magazine that one of them was holding. Tasha managed a quick look at the magazine. The girls were looking at pictures of women who were hanging, women who had nooses around their necks. One of the girls commented on the funny look on the face of one woman. The other three laughed.

"We have a full jury your Honor," yelled out the bailiff.

The black female judge nodded her head and smiled at Tasha in the jury box. The Judge's name was Ebony Kwanza, one of the first black jurists to become a judge. Ebony wore her hair like other white women, either straight down or curly. She was forty years old with two girls, one nine years old and the other seven years old. Ebony wasn't married. She had divorced her husband when she found out he was screwing around with other black women in town, something all black men did. Ebony lived in the town of Intercourse, on a tree lined street, a four bedroom house with a three car garage.

One of the bailiffs opened the door and in shuffled three women. They each had a metal collar around their necks with a one foot length metal tube that was attached to the collar of the woman in front to the woman behind her. Each had their hands cuffed behind their back and their ankles secured with two ankle cuffs and a short metal chain between the cuffs, on their feet they wore six inch spiked heels that were secured around their ankles, thus making it difficult to run let alone walk. The three women wore orange miniskirts that came mid-thigh and a thin orange t-shirt that came just below their breasts. If Tasha had to guess, none of the women were wearing panties or bras.

"Who is representing the 'people' in this case?" asked the Black female judge.

"I am Ebony, Steven Horner, first year law student," the twenty something boy stood up. The white boy didn't bother to call Miss Kwanza "Your Honor" or "Judge".

The judge looked at the defense table, nobody was standing there. No law firm in the Valley would represent the women, they were guilty. The accused were teachers at the elementary school. Tasha had remembered when the three women had come to the Law firm the other day and pleaded with Amanda and Abbie to take their case. Abbie had said that the case was on open and shut guilty case and sent the women on their way.

"What are the charges?" asked the judge.

"Unauthorized hanging, Hanging themselves without a permit, and not having a licensed hanging practitioner present," Steven Horner replied. "And the most grievous of the charges, inciting a minor to participate in an illegal act."

The woman in front of the other two spoke out. "I just wanted her to hang me for fun."

"But you knew that the youngster had no training in how to properly hang a woman?" asked Judge Kwanza.

The woman looked down at the floor and shuffled her feet nodding her head in agreement.

The four girls had put down the magazine and were watching the three teachers as they stood in the courtroom.

"Go on, Mr Horner," urged the Judge.

"These three teachers were caught in the elementary school library by a girl who had gone back to retrieve her backpack after school. The three women were nude, two were hanging and one of them was furiously masturbating herself while watching the other two. The teacher who was masturbating herself asked the girl if she wanted to join in. The girl declined and went to get the principle. The police were notified a short time later. Upon being taken into custody and removed to the jailhouse, the three teachers did not offer an explanation of why they were hanging themselves for fun."

"Without representation ladies, the jury here will make a quick verdict."

"Guilty" the four girls yelled out, laughing and giggling at the women in the magazine.

"Miss Black?" the Judge Kwanza said looking at her.

Tasha didn't like to see any woman be guilty of anything, but hanging themselves for fun? That was too much, 'Guilty, your honor."

The three teachers started weeping.

"Four days incarceration in the jailhouse," Judge Kwanza said banging her gavel. She got up and left the court room. Another judge would hear the next case.

Tasha stepped out of the jury box and stood next to the defenders table waiting for her client to arrive.

**

Marcia Henderson was sitting in the witness stand looking nervous. Tasha was standing by the side of "defenders table" looking at her notes. Marcia's family was sitting in the courtroom which was full even on a work and school day. It was always exciting to watch a woman on trial who was caught having an affair with a young girl. Testimony often became "he said, she said" between the accuser, typically the father of the girl, and the accused woman.

In Marcia Henderson's case, the jury was made up of seven people, three men, one woman and three seven year old girls. The three girls were waiting with mothers in the hallway. The mother's were awaiting their jury trials, so only one of the mothers agreed to sit on the jury for Marcia. The three men had their cocks out and were slowly stroking them looking at Marcia. The woman had two of the girls sitting on either side of her, both girls had their hands up her skirt as the woman squirmed. The woman had no idea who the two girls were but she enjoyed the attention the little hands were giving her. The third seven year old girl was looking at a magazine called 'Good Time Pussy's". It was a magazine where adult women advertised their services. It was one of many ways that women had to make money.

In court cases involving woman having affairs with young girls, any and all type of questions could be asked by either attorney.

Marcia, thirty-eight years old, married with a sixteen year old boy at home. She worked as a public bathroom janitor for the parks and recreation district. As such she drove around the Valley cleaning public restrooms. She was served with court papers yesterday afternoon while at work and she went to the law firm of White and White to handle her case. This case was a simple trespassing case, an adult woman trespassing into the bedroom of a teenager after curfew.

Tasha knew that sex was happening all over the Valley in one form or another, she wasn't stupid. She had no boyfriend since Debony or steady relationships. She worked all the time and worked hard to get where she was. It wasn't that she didn't know about sex, she did, the type of sex crimes that she defended she had no interest in participating in like other female attorney's.

"Okay, Mrs. Henderson I want to hear it from you," Tasha smiled as she looked over the paper which listed the offense at the woman sitting in the witness box.

"Um, okay, well let's see, I have been having an affair with Trisha Howard."

There was a grasp from the courtroom. Mr. Henderson and his son stood up and yelled, "Whore" and "Slut" and sat back down again.

The male judge banged his gavel. The judge liked to have his cock sucked while in the courtroom, not by a girl, or an adult woman or even a young boy he liked to have his cock sucked by an adult male prisoner. The judge kept little boys in his chambers whose sole purpose was to molest adult males who had broken the law.

"How old is this Trisha Howard?" Tasha continued. Tasha didn't understand women like Marcia Henderson, women who liked young girls or even why a judge liked his cock sucked by some prisoner.

"She is fourteen years old."

"Okay," smiled Tasha, she always wondered what it was about young girls that turned adult women on. "How long have been having this, um, affair with this fourteen year old?"

"The last month or so," Mrs. Henderson fidgeted. The people in the courtroom snickered. The judge banged his gavel again and gave out a moan.

"Bitch!" yelled Mr. Henderson.

"Go on, please, Mrs. Henderson."

"I would usually sneak into her bedroom at night if she wanted to have sex with me which was pretty much all the time."

"What do you mean by sneak into her bedroom?"

"Well, Tricia would text me telling me to come over at such and such a time so she could fuck me," Marcia stared down at the floor.

"Let's back up a minute, how did you meet Tricia Howard?" asked Tasha.

"We met at the Young Girl Club."

"That house of prostitution?"

The seven jurors and the courtroom laughed when Tasha asked that.

"It's not a house of prostitution, Miss Black." Marcia Henderson gave Tasha a hard look. "It is a place where business transactions between girls and women take place"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, so how did you meet her?"

"I dance sometimes at the Young Girl and sometimes I dance at the Family Strip Club."

"Oh, the Family Strip Club, isn't that where males go to have sex with the female members of the family?"

"Yes, it is a club just for the males, I dance there also."

"Go on."

"I met Tricia in the dungeon room at the Young Girl Club, or rather, she met me at the dungeon room and she liked what I did for her and she gave me her number."

Tasha almost asked Mrs. Henderson what she did for the youngster in the dungeon, but decided she didn't want to embarrass her anymore than she had too.

"Good, now what happened the other night?"

"Well, like I said, I came over to her house."

"Did her parents let you in?"

"Um, I came in through her bedroom window, like I do all the time. I climbed up the lattice work on the side of the porch, her bedroom window was open and I climbed in."

"Who was in the room with Tricia?"

"Her mother."

"And what was her mother doing when you came through the window?"

"Um, well, she was standing next to the bed." Marcia fidgeted.

"Go on, was Mrs. Howard doing anything?" prodded Tasha.

"No, she was just standing there, she had her wrists handcuffed behind her back, her ankles were cuffed together and she had a posture collar on, just standing there"

"What was Tricia doing?"

"Mistress, I mean, Tricia," stammered Marcia and the courtroom tittered at the slip of her tongue. "Was in bed and to me it looked like she was sleeping."

"And was she sleeping?"

"No, as soon as I came in the window and started undressing she pulled the covers back and her strap-on popped straight up," Marcia said anxiously.

The courtroom laughed and Mr. Henderson yelled out, "Whore!" His son yelled out, "Pussy lover!"

"Go on Mrs. Henderson," Tasha said ignoring the outbursts.

"Well, Mr. Howard must have overheard us and must have thought someone was being trying to break into his daughter's bedroom."

"What do you mean?"

"I, um, jumped up on Tricia's bed, but I accidently knocked Mrs. Howard over in my rush to get on that strap-on."

The jurors and the courtroom laughed and Mr. Henderson yelled, "Fucking girlie lover!" The Judge wasn't paying attention as he had his hands under the desk and his eyes were closed. Just then the door to the judge's chambers opened and a naked young boy of six or seven came out of the door riding on the back of a naked adult male. The boy was holding a strap that ran down under the man. The strap was wrapped around the man's testicles and the boy was laughing each time he gave the strap a tug because the adult male would make slight jumping movements.

"Go on Mrs. Henderson," Tasha urged ignoring the scene behind the witness stand.

"Well Mr. Howard called the police and since Tricia and I were so busy we didn't hear the police car pull up, nor did we hear them knock at the bedroom door. So at one point they busted into the bedroom room, while I was on top of Tricia."

"What happened then?"

"Before I could say anything or grab my clothes the police pulled me outside and cuffed me to a tree in the front yard. So, while I spent about half the night naked and in handcuffs, all the neighbors come out to see what the police are doing and to see my completely naked body."

"That must have been horrible."

"Yes it was," sniffed Mrs. Henderson. "Because the police questioning took so long some of the neighbors had enough time to get their digital cameras and film me. So now my husband and son know I'm sexually active with a teen girl and the entire neighborhood knows what my naked body looks like."

"Everybody in the fucking Valley knows what your body looks like, slut!" yelled Mr. Henderson.

"No further questions your honor," Tasha went back to the table but kept standing. Female attorneys were required to stand during a trial, so their chairs were removed. The male attorneys could sit at their table. Tasha stood there with her hands clasped in front of her. She always felt uncomfortable standing before a large audience especially in the courtroom.

The male prosecutor, Doug Blane, stood up, tucking his cock back in his pants. The office girl sitting in the chair beside him been stroking him. Doug usually brought along a female attorney from his office to play with his cock during a trial but today was 'Family Fun Day' at the office so all the female attorneys were busy entertaining.

"Do you love Trisha Howard more than your husband, Mrs. Henderson?" he asked.

"No, I love my husband more," blushed Marcia.

"Then why sneak into her bedroom to have sex with her and not your husband?"

"Tricia makes me do things that my husband doesn't. She knows how to tease and sexualize me, but I still love my husband's cock."

"Do you love being a bitch to a fourteen year old girl?"

"It is hard sometimes, but yes I do love it," Marcia blushed.

"Does your husband and son fuck you at the same time?" asked the prosecuting attorney as he walked back to the table. He unzipped his pants again and the office lady reached out and pulled his cock from his pants.

The courtroom was quiet as everybody waited for Marcia to say something. Even the judge opened his eyes and looked over at Marcia.

"Yes," Marcia squeaked.

"Yes what? We can't hear you Mrs. Henderson," panted the prosecutor as the middle aged woman slowly pumped his cock.

"Yes, my husband and son fuck me, sometimes at the same time," Marcia said louder.

"Isn't that what is known as a sandwich?"

"Yes."

"Your husband and son consider you a piece of meat when they sandwich you?" Doug Blane smiled as the office lady leaned forward and put his cock in her mouth.

"Yes, they do," Marcia blushed.

"What do they call you as they are fucking you?"

"Fuck meat, sometimes, cunt meat other times," Marcia was still blushing.

The crowd in the courtroom laughed and Mr. Henderson yelled out. "Damn, right, she's nothing but cunt meat" and courtroom laughed louder. Marcia looked humiliated sitting in the witness chair.

The young boy who was riding on the back of the male prisoner got off him, opened the door to the chambers and kicked the prisoner in testicles. The prisoner still on his hands and knees 'Yelped' as he scampered into the chambers. Most of the crowd laughed at the discomfort of the prisoner as the door closed behind the boy.

Some of the women in the courtroom yelled. "We love you, Marcia!"

"But yet you still go to Tricia Howard's bedroom to humiliate yourself for her."

"Yes," Marcia whispered.

The prosecuting attorney started thrusting his hips back forth, his sliding back and forth in and out of the office lady's mouth, "Have you ever been pimped out before Mrs. Henderson?"

"Yes."

"Where?" the attorney moaned.

"At the Young Girl Club."

One lady in the courtroom yelled out. "Right on, Marcia."

"Did Tricia Howard ever pimp you out?"

"A couple of times she did."

"How much do you make a night at the Young Girl Club?"

"Um, sometimes, fifty dollars."

"How much does Ms. Howard make off your body at the club?"

"Half of what I make."

"So some nights you can make a hundred dollars?" stammered Doug as the slurping sounds of the office lady grew louder.

"Yes."

"You must be a very good whore for Ms. Howard to make that much money."

"Yes, I am," Marcia said sitting up straight.

"No further questions your honor," Doug said as he pulled his cock out of the office lady's mouth, "The prosecution calls Mr. Henderson."

Marcia got up from the chair and walked over to where Tasha was standing. Mr. Henderson sat down in the witness chair.

***

Tasha was sitting in her office thinking about the case she had just won. Mrs. Henderson was given four days of community service which meant she had to give hands jobs in the city square with additional punishment of wiping the rear ends of females who came in and used the public restroom located by the city square. Tasha thought that Marcia lucked out because she could have gone to jail for four days. The jail house was a house of horrors for adult women and men. Boys and girls ages five to sixteen learned about sadomasochism techniques at the jail house. The Cherish Valley Judicial system funded the after school program. But the nice thing was that men and women who were guilty could opt of jail time to be molested at the courthouse, but only sometimes.

Her phone rang, she looked at the display which showed 'Front Desk', "That's odd," thought Tasha. "The receptionist never calls me directly. She is supposed to talk to Julie."

Tasha picked up the phone. "Yes Sandy?" Tasha said a little impatiently.

"You have two clients at the front desk, Tasha," giggled Sandy.

"I don't have any clients scheduled this at this time," replied Tasha as she looked at her watch, it was only noon.

"Well you do now, they are waiting for you," giggled Sandy again.

Tasha looked out her office door at Julie who was busy typing away at something, "Okay, I will be right there."

"Who the hell can this be out front?" thought Tasha as she strode out of the office.

As she strode thru the office the other young women attorneys were giggling at her and whispering behind their hands.

As Tasha turned the corner to the reception area she got a horrified look on her face, there standing in front of the reception desk were Sally and Sarah, wearing their cheerleader uniforms, their hair in a ponytail with a pink ribbon wrapped around it. Both girls were wearing the same clothes.

"What are hell are you two doing here? You are not supposed to be here until later today?" said Tasha with fear in her voice.

"Is that anyway to greet us nigger?" replied Sally or was it Sarah.

"Yeah, and you not wearing what we told you to wear!" said the other.

Sally turned to Sandy, the receptionist, and asked, "Didn't you hear us the other day tell this nigger how to greet us when we came here today?"

Sandy quickly nodded her head in agreement. Smiling at Tasha's sudden discomfort.

"Fuck, what kind of stupid law firm is this when a stupid attorney can't even remember to greet us the correct way," demanded Sarah.

Tasha stood there dumbfounded, her heart racing a mile a minute, her adrenaline pumping hard, but more importantly, her clit was tingling and was damp again.

"God damn it, nigger" yelled Sally. "Take your fucking clothes off now."

A crowd of women from the office had gathered in the lobby, Tasha was too stunned to do anything as Sally or Sarah came up to her and ripped open her expensive blouse, the buttons flying all over, then the other came around and yanked down Tasha's skirt, almost pulling Tasha to the floor with the force of her pull.

"You're a stupid God damn fucking nigger who can't follow simple directions," yelled Sarah.

Tasha managed to get her legs untangled from the skirt as the girls grabbed both her arms, pulling her into the office.

Sally turned around looking at Sandy sitting behind the desk. "Take her crappy clothes and throw them in the trash, now," demanded Sally.

Sandy quickly got up, rounded the desk and scooped up the blouse and skirt and stuffed them in large plastic waste bin marked for paper products.

"Let's go see Amanda," one of them said between clinched teeth.

"Wait, girls, please, I can explain," pleaded Tasha as she was pulled along in her bra and panties between the two thirteen year olds.

As the two teens hustled Tasha thru the office, the other young women stood up from their desks and were whispering to each other, taking in the sight before them. Some of the other attorney's had followed the twins and Tasha down the hallway.

Sally walked into Amanda's office first. Tasha was pushed into the office by Sarah.

Amanda looked up at the sight before her. "We want this nigger fired," demanded Sally.

"What's going on here?" Amanda asked with an alarmed look on her face as she stood up.

"This monkey insulted us by not properly greeting my sister and me at the door, like we ordered her to do the other day," Sally said as she looked at Tasha who was crying.

"I can't fire Miss Black, she is the best we have," replied Amanda.

"Tough shit, Amanda, we want her fired or else we tell our father," replied Sarah who was standing behind Tasha.

"Look girls, I am sure this all a misunderstanding, right Tasha?"

Tasha nodded her head quickly, still crying as she stared at the floor, thoroughly embarrassed at being dragged through the office.

"Well, speak, monkey, is this all a misunderstanding?" demanded thirteen year old Sally.

"Yes, it was all a misunderstanding," sobbed Tasha.

"You see, Amanda, she can't even address us properly" Sarah said as she slapped Tasha's ass which made her jump forward and move her hand behind her to protect her ass cheeks.

Amanda had a look of not understanding of what Sarah said on her face. "I don't understand girls what you mean by addressing you properly."

Tasha looked up at the girls and suddenly understood what they wanted. She thought fast, she would have to mollify these girls and quick.

"This nigger apologizes. This nigger begs forgiveness for her misunderstanding," Tasha stammered as she looked at Amanda with pleading eyes.

"That's better, but what did you not understand?" asked Sarah. "When we told you the other day how to greet us?"

"This nigger thought you two would arrive here after school," Tasha said between sobs.

Amanda was embarrassed for her best attorney as she addressed herself in the third person. But was interested in where this line of questioning was going.

"You thought wrong, monkey, we had a half day of school today and if you had any ounce of brain in that powder burn head of yours, you would have checked," Sally admonished the attorney.

"This nigger is truly sorry," sobbed Tasha.

Sarah ignored Tasha and turned to Amanda, "If you're not going to fire her, then punish her."

"What?" demanded Amanda, "I can't punish her! She hasn't done anything wrong."

"This monkey insulted us, we want her punished" demanded Sally. "And if you won't punish her, then we will, but you have to give permission and remember our dad puts a lot of money into your firm."

Amanda looked at Tasha who had her hands folded in front of her, head bowed and tears flowing. "Is that true Tasha? That you offended and insulted these girls by not showing proper respect when you agreed to it?"

"Yes, Amanda, I am sorry for my mistake," sobbed Tasha.

The Snyder twins looked expectantly at Amanda waiting for the decision.

"Damn it, Tasha, you leave no choice," said Amanda. Amanda nodded her head, waved her arm at the girls and looked away.

"Good, come with us monkey," smiled Sarah as she pulled Tasha by the arm out of the office.

Sarah pushed Tasha down the hallway to her office as the women looked on. Some had smiles and others had a look of sadness as poor Tasha was being herded down the hallway.

Sarah pushed Tasha into the middle of her office. "Stand there monkey," she ordered.

Sally pulled Tasha's chair out from behind the desk and rolled it to the middle of the office and sat down.

"Look at me monkey," ordered the thirteen year old. "When we say assume the position for a spanking, you are to pull your panties down to your knees, lay over our lap, put your hands there and your toes there," Sally said pointing to the left and right of her. "Do you understand Monkey?"

Tasha almost nodded her head but caught herself and replied. "This nigger understands."

"Good, but from now on you call yourself monkey when you talk to us, and that includes group situations, no matter who is in the room with us, do you understand monkey?"

Tasha nodded her head. "Yes, this monkey understands."

"Do you really understand, monkey?" demanded Sarah.

Tasha nodded her head.

Sarah went out the door to the office. "What is your name?" she asked Julie sitting at her desk trying hard not to listen to what was going on in Tasha's office.

"Julie."

"Could you please come into the office, Julie?"

Julie got up and followed Sarah into the office, She was nervous not knowing what was going to happen. Tasha was standing there in her white bra and panties, her black skin really standing out against the white material.

"Now Miss Black, do you understand how you are to respond to our questions?" smiled Sarah.

"This monkey understands how to respond to your questions," sobbed Tasha.

Julie's clit jumped when Tasha said that. Tasha burned with shame with Julie standing in the office watching this.

"Do you agree that you need a spanking Miss Black for not following our instructions on how to greet us?" asked Sally still sitting in the chair.

"Yes, this monkey needs a spanking for not following your instructions," Tasha continued to sob. She didn't want to take a chance on the girls convincing their father to pull his money.

"Good, now assume the position for a spanking," Sally ordered.

As Tasha moved into position in front of the thirteen year old Sarah said. "Thanks Julie, that's all for now."

Julie nodded her head still looking at Tasha as she left the office. She waved her hand at the other women who were trying to get a look at what was happening in Tasha's office, motioning them over.

As Tasha pulled down her panties the sisters started laughing. Tasha looked down at her white panties. The crotch had a very large wet stain. Embarrassment crossed her face.

Tasha stood there blushing as the girls laughed. "Christ, this fucking black animal loves what is being done to her," laughed Sarah.

"Hurry up, monkey," urged Sally.

Tasha leaned over the lap of Sally, stretched her arms out and straightened her legs and then laid her hips over the thirteen year olds knee. At twenty-three Tasha had firm buttock muscles, her legs were will toned.

"Thirty slaps for your spanking, monkey," smiled Sally.

"This monkey understands."

"After each swat you are to say the number of the swat and 'stupid monkey,'" The thirteen year old instructed.

"This monkey understands."

"Good" [SLAP]

Tasha jumped a little and said, "One stupid, monkey."

Sarah giggled as she walked out of the office and waved her hand at the other attorney's in the office, urging them to come watch.

[SLAP]

"Two stupid, monkey," sobbed Tasha.

By the time Sally had swatted Tasha ten times, the attorney was crying. Sally alternated slaps on each buttock. Tasha would jump a little after each swat.

Four of the office attorneys had gathered just inside the door of Tasha's office watching her humiliation. The four were giggling and whispering behind their hands.

At twenty swats, Tasha's ass cheeks were turning red. It was hard to tell that her ass cheeks were red because of her black skin color. Three more women had joined the spectators watching Tasha's humiliation.

As the last swat on her rear end hit her she said, "Thirty stupid monkey."

"Stand up now monkey," ordered Sally.

As Tasha stood up Sally exclaimed. "God damn it, what the fuck is this shit?"

Tasha looked down at Sally's right knee. It was coated in slime, slime from her very wet pussy. The women standing in Tasha's office started laughing.

"On your knees and clean me up," ordered Sally.

Tasha quickly kneeled down but looked up at the teenager in confusion.

"With your tongue you stupid fuck head," hissed the teenager.

Tasha burned with shame as she licked the young girl's knee, tasting her own slime.

Sarah walked over and dropped some tissues next to Tasha. "Wipe up your slobber from my sister's knee, nigger."

Tasha picked up the tissues and wipe Sally's knee clean.

"Stand up monkey," she ordered.

Sarah stepped up to Tasha. "Walk out to the water cooler, stand next to it facing the wall."

"What? Please no, this monkey begs you," sobbed Tasha.

"Don't give me back talk nigger, now go," hissed Sarah.

"Please, this monkey begs you."

"It was going to be for five minutes now it is for fifteen minutes, better get moving monkey unless you want a longer time," Said Sally as she got out of the chair.

Tasha quickly walked thru the office and stood next to the water cooler facing the wall. She used her hands to cover her rear end.

"Hands at your sides monkey," yelled Sarah.

Sally rolled Tasha's chair out of the office to Julie. "This is the little monkey's chair."

Julie nodded.

"You're now the keeper of her chair, she has to ask you permission to use it and she has to ask you in the third person using her new name of monkey, got it?" smiled Sally.

"Sure" giggled Julie. She was only eighteen and just out of high school but she knew what to do.

As Tasha stood facing the wall several of the attorney's came over to get water, some were more daring than others and took to rubbing Tasha's sore ass cheeks.

When Tasha said "Stop it" several times one of the attorney's said. "Shut up nigger and enjoy it," the other attorney's giggled at Tasha's discomfort. Other female attorney's walked by and gently slapped Tasha's sore ass cheeks which made her jump. One attorney stopped and whispered in Tasha's ear. "You should be our personal bathroom attendant nigger, licking our urine soaked pussies after we pee," then the woman slapped Tasha's rear end harder than the others.

After fifteen minutes both teens walked over to Tasha. "Okay, monkey you can turn around."

Tasha turned around with tears in her eyes.

"Do know who is Sally and who is Sarah?" asked Sarah.

Tasha shook her head, staring at the ground trying to avoid the stares of the other female attorneys.

"Thought so," smiled Sally. "The only way to tell us apart is to sniff our anus. We both have distinctive anal smells," she giggled.

Tasha had a horrified look on her face, both teens smiling at her.

"That is how our mother tells us apart. She will bend over and sniff our anus."

Tasha had a look like she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Go on monkey, lift my skirt and sniff, you have get close for the smell," giggled Sarah.

Tasha leaned over and lifted the teenagers skirt and put her nose to the teen's panties and sniffed. The crowd of women started giggling.

"Very good, monkey, I am Sarah, but you will call me Miss Sarah whenever see me, now sniff my sister," the thirteen year old ordered.

Tasha turned and leaned behind Sally, lifted her skirt and stuck her nose to the girl's panties and sniffed deep.

"Very good, monkey, I am Sally, you call me Miss Sally whenever you see me, now turn around and close your eyes."

Tasha nodded her head and turned around. Both girls shuffled around behind her.

"Ok, monkey, turn around and tell us who is who?"

Tasha turned around and since both teens were wearing the same outfit and both sounded alike she couldn't tell.

"This monkey can't tell the difference," Tasha burned with shame as the other female attorney's gathered around.

"Then you know what to do, monkey," smiled both sisters.

Tasha walked around behind one of the girl's, lifted her skirt and sniffed deep, with her nose up against the teen's panties.

"Miss Sally," whispered Tasha, tears in her eyes. The crowd of women clapped their hands.

"Very good, monkey, now a couple of things. If you don't know who is who then you have our permission to sniff our anus at any time that includes meetings, gatherings, outside on the street, even here at this office."

Sarah added. "If you make a mistake at any time by referring to us by the wrong name, like calling me Sally, then you will be punished. So don't let the embarrassment of sniffing our anus in a meeting or in front of people bother you because if you mess up your punishment will outweigh your embarrassment and shame of sniffing our anus."

"Do you understand?" asked Sally.

"This monkey understands, Miss Sally," sobbed Tasha, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"She is learning quickly," smiled Sarah.

"Now show us to the front door," ordered Sally as she pushed Tasha ahead of her.

Tasha stopped in front of the reception desk and turned around. Both girls were smiling at her. The receptionist, Sandy, had an expectant look on her face, waiting for something to happen.

"Meet us at the Young Girl club tomorrow evening at six," Sarah stated.

Tasha was about to say something, she looked at Sandy, then at the twin who had spoken to her. Even though it was a short walk from the water cooler to the front desk she had forgotten who was who. She walked around behind the teen, lifted her skirt, put her nose to the girl's panties and sniffed deep.

"Yes, Miss Sarah, but this monkey doesn't understand why she has to go to the Young Girl club" Tasha said as she burned with shame in front of the receptionist. Sarah for her part giggled as Tasha stuck her face in her rear end.

"Monkey's don't need to understand anything," replied Sally. "Just be there dressed as you would be for the office."

Sarah walked over to the waste bin and retrieved Tasha's skirt and torn blouse, tucking them under her arm.

"Miss Sally, where should this monkey meet you inside the club?" Tasha said anxiously as she watched Sarah holding her clothes.

"Meet us on the dance floor, monkey," smiled Sally.

Both girls walked out the front door of the law firm. Tasha was standing there in her white bra and high heels, she had nothing else on. Her panties were still in her office.

As Tasha walked back to her office the other female attorneys were making monkey sounds and laughing. She picked up her soaked panties from the floor and put them on. She wondered why her panties were so soaked, what was making her so horny and wet?

Amanda called Tasha into her office.

As Tasha stood in the center of Amanda's office she asked. "So did you learn the error of your ways?"

"Yes I did."

"Do know you almost cost this law firm a lot of money? Those girls were pissed, but you did well by saving the law firm," smiled Amanda.

"Can I go home and get some clothes? Those girls took mine."

"No, you stay as you are. You have too much work to do. Besides, you brought this on yourself so it is not my problem that you don't have clothes to wear."

Tasha hung her head and walked out of Amanda's office. "Good job this morning with Mrs. Henderson."

"Thanks," Tasha said weakly.

As Tasha walked to her office, Miss Jamison yelled out from across the cubicle farm, "Hey ass sniffer, somebody peed on the floor in the bathroom, why don't you go clean it up?" The other ladies around her laughed.

Tasha flipped her off and kept walking. As Tasha walked into her office two women were picking up folders from her desk. "What are you two doing here?"

"We are getting our case file information and briefs that you were looking over."

"But I haven't finished reading and making notes on your cases."

Both women looked at each other and one said. "I don't think we want a nigger looking over our stuff."

"What? That's not fair," Tasha said with her hands on her hips. "I thought that we were friends."

"We can never be friends, Tasha. We don't want to be friends with a nigger who willingly humiliates herself."

"And we don't want a, um, monkey looking over our stuff anymore," added the other woman. They both walked out of her office.

Tasha was crushed. Her world was changing and she didn't know why. She noticed that her chair was missing and walked out to see the chair next to Julie's desk.

"Can I have my chair back?" asked Tasha.

"You have to ask me properly," smiled Julie.

"What?"

"You have to ask me just like you do with the twins."

"No way, I won't."

"Then no chair."

"Fuck this, you can keep the damn chair!" Tasha stomped into her office.

Tasha stood next her desk wondering what to do when Nancy a thirty year old attorney walked by her door and tossed in garment. She laughed as she did so. Tasha walked over to pick it up and noticed that it was a janitor's smock. She shrugged her shoulders and put it on. At least it covered her below the waist that she thought she could get home without too much embarrassment.

As Tasha sat down on her couch she started to weep when Julie stood in the doorway and said. "Abbie is here and she wants a meeting with all attorneys, even monkeys" she laughed.

"Fuck you," Tasha said wiping tears from her cheeks.

Tasha sat for a minute longer wiping away her tears. Her momma was right, white people giveth and white people can take it away.

Tasha was the last person to walk into the conference room. All the seats were taken, even Tasha's favorite chair near the head of the table. Amanda and Abbie were sitting there. Abbie was smiling at Tasha.

"Let's start the meeting," announced Abbie.

"Um, excuse me, let me go get another chair," said Tasha.

"No, you stand," replied Abbie, "You were the last one here."

"Abbie," said Amanda.

"Shut up, Mandy," Abbie looked at her sister. "Niggers stand during meetings."

Amanda looked down at the table and fidgeted in her seat.

"That's not fair," Tasha replied.

"Oh, I think it is very fair, you like being treated as a nigger," smirked Abbie.

"I do not!" protested Tasha. "What do mean?"

"What do you call two thirteen year old girls treating you like a nigger then?"

"I, I, I had no choice. The girls were going to have their father pull his money from the law firm if I didn't go along."

"There are always choices, Tasha. From what I've heard you went along willing with their childish games."

"No, I didn't, I mean, I didn't go along willingly. I had no choice," stammered Tasha.

"Well, you have a choice now, Tasha," smiled Abbie.

All the women around the table were looking at Abbie wondering what she had in mind.

"What do you mean?" Tasha wasn't sure she wanted to hear this.

"You will continue on as the attorney of record for the Snyder twins, making sure that the girls are not guilty of the crime, satisfying the girls so that their father continues to fund this law firm."

"Okay," agreed Tasha.

"I am not finished," hissed Abbie as she stared at Tasha. "You will vacate your office and move your things into the ladies room. There is a stall with your name on it."

All the women in the conference room giggled as they looked at Tasha standing there in the green smock.

"No, no fucking way, I quit then!" Tasha said in exasperation.

"You seem to forget Tasha that being an attorney of record for a client you can't quit until the case is adjudicated."

Tasha stepped back from the table. Abbie was right of course. The laws of Cherish Valley forbid an attorney quitting in the middle of case.

Tears formed in Tasha's eyes. She saw no way out of her predicament.

"You see Tasha, you're a nigger. You've always been a nigger. You're an excellent attorney, but you're still a Nigger."

Tasha started weeping, "Tell us what you are Tasha," urged Abbie.

Tasha looked around the conference room, tears streaming from her face. The women had the look of expectation on their faces waiting for Tasha to say something.

"Well nigger?" smiled Abbie.

"I am a nigger" whispered Tasha. How could this be happening to her?

"We can't hear you nigger! Speak up" said Linda Jamison who was sitting to the right of Abbie.

Tasha stood straight and said, "I am a nigger."

"Very well, meeting adjourned," smiled Abbie as she got up.

Amanda didn't look at Tasha as she walked out the door. The other women smiled at Tasha as they walked out.

Linda stopped in front of Tasha and ran the tip of her fingers along the side of Tasha's face. "You're gonna be a really good nigger for us, aren't you Tashie?" Tasha nodded her head. "Good girl. By the way, I am moving into your office."

Tasha walked out of the conference room headed for the ladies room. She walked into the bathroom and in front of her was a noose hanging from the ceiling. The name on the stall door proclaimed "Office Nigger." There were three other stalls. Tasha walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway to her office, her former office she thought.

Linda had piled Tasha's pictures, diplomas and degrees outside the office door. Tasha scooped them up and headed back down the hallway. As she walked into the bathroom Linda Jamison, Andi Parker and Abbie White were waiting for her.

Linda quickly walked up to Tasha and took the stack of pictures and awards from her hands.

"What's going on?" Tasha said with a fear voice.

"We are going to make sure that you understand your place in this office," smiled Abbie.

"What do you mean?" Tasha said as she backed up to the wall.

Andi and Linda started to take the pictures and awards and diploma's and degrees out of the picture frames and laying them on the bathroom floor.

"Blackies like you have to know their place in white society," smiled Abbie as she lifted her skirt up to her waist. Andi and Linda were giggling.

Abbie walked down the row of paper laid out on the floor. "Nice picture of you and your mother, hmm, your college diploma, oh, and your two degrees." Abbie stopped. "And your fucking law degree."

Abbie squatted down over the law degree and grunted.

It was then that Tasha knew what Abbie was going to do. "No please don't. I didn't do anything to deserve this."

"Shut up, Tashie," hissed Linda.

Then Andi pulled up her skirt and squatted down over the one of the college degrees and grunted. "Your nothing but a piece of shit, nigger. Niggers are the color of poop." She laughed.

Abbie laughed as she pushed and grunted. Slowly a piece of scat appeared out of her asshole. "Come here nigger and observe what your degree means to me."

Tasha stayed where she was against the wall. Linda came over and pulled her by the arm to where Abbie was slowly pushing out a turd.

"On your hands and knees nigger and watch," Linda said between clinched teeth.

Tasha got on her hands and knees on the bathroom floor and watched as the piece of shit slowly landed on her degree. She had tears in her eyes. She worked very hard at earning that degree and now it was being defecated on.

Abbie grunted again and then clinched her anal muscle, pinching off the turd which fell on the middle of the degree. Andi laughed as she saw the tears in Tasha's eyes.

"Come over here nigger and watch my nigger colored shit come out," she laughed.

Linda grabbed Tasha by her hair and dragged her over to Andi who was grunting now. Her black colored turd dropped onto the diploma. Abbie was giggling as she wiped her ass and dropped the tissue on top of her pile of shit.

Tasha watched as the turd dropping from Andi's anus was round and solid. It stunk also. Andi continued laughing as she said. "Niggers and turds are the same color."

"You're a piece of shit, Tasha," grunted the attorney as she clinched her anal muscle and pinched off the turd, dropping on the degree.

Tasha was crying now, she put her hands to her face, sobbing into her hands. Linda squatted down on the college diploma, pulled up her skirt and started peeing.

"Watch me, nigger, watch me pee on your diploma," smiled the woman.

Abbie slapped the side of Tasha's head because she wasn't looking at Linda.

Tasha watched as her diploma that she coveted was being urinated on. Andi finished wiping her ass and stuck the tissue on top of her turd.

After Linda had finished, the three women stood up looking down at Tasha.

"Tasha? Look at me Tasha," Abbie smiled down at her. "You can't leave this bathroom until you poop on that picture of you and your mother," pointing at the picture.

Linda and Andi laughed.

"What? No, I can't. Don't make me please, I beg you," sobbed Tasha.

"Shut up and listen to me. You leave all this mess here on the floor and when I come in tomorrow, there had better be poop on that picture."

"No, no, no, please," cried Tasha.

"Once you poop on that picture, you can go home for the day," smiled Abbie.

"Oh, God no, please," pleaded Tasha.

"Also, your mother is a black history professor at the college, I want you dressed like a black whore, dressed like your ancestors did, as a slut, ask your mother what little nigger girls wore back then, I am sure she can tell you, is that understood?"

Tasha nodded her head in defeat.

"One last thing nigger, make sure you meet the Snyder twins at the Young Girl tomorrow evening, or else there will be hell to pay."

With that the three women laughed and walked out the door.

Tasha sat down on the bathroom floor and cried. She picked up the picture of her and her mother. It was a picture of her in her graduation gown. Both mother and daughter were smiling.

After a long while, Tasha stood up, she looked at the noose handing from the bathroom ceiling and shook her head in disgust. In the old days displaying a noose anywhere was against the law. Her mother had been right all these years. White people could do what they wanted. She slowly pulled down her soaked white panties to her ankles. She gently laid the picture down on the floor and moved into position over it.

***.

Tasheka drove up to the university and quickly walked around behind the administration building. She took a peak down the hallway seeing that it was clear and ran to the broom closet. She took off her street clothes, took the doggie chew bone out of her purse and inserted it in her hair, grabbed her notes for the lecture and took off for the hall. She had been doing this now for the last several weeks, every morning, sneaking in to her broom closet to change clothes. She had two hours before her lecture so she sat in her broom closet. She wondered where Mammy was. The old janitor was usually getting her cleaning supplies this time of the morning.

Tasheka sat in broom closet watching as students passed by the open door, White students, laughing and giggling at whatever jokes they told, talking on their cell phones or texting each other. Every now and then a black student would walk by and look into the broom closet, seeing the black history professor sitting there. Tasheka had broken the color barrier years ago when she graduated from Post Diversity University, then went on to work there as the only black history professor.

Tasheka left the broom closet and headed to the lecture hall. When she got to the lecture hall it was empty.

'What?' thought Tasheka, 'Where is the morning class?"

Since Tasheka didn't have a computer or telephone in her tiny office space, she always had to walk to the history department to find out her schedule. She hadn't done this for last week or so. The cat calls and rude comments made by the students and teachers were getting to difficult to handle for her.

Tasheka walked into the office of the Dean of the History department. The young girl sitting behind the desk giggled at Tasheka.

"Is Harry in?" Tasheka asked ignoring the giggles.

"Well, well, the nigger lady finally shows up," smiled the secretary.

Tasheka let the comment pass. "Is he here in or not?"

"Yes, he is in a meeting and asked that you come right in when you got here," smiled the teenager.

There was a meeting going on with the female and male professors of the history department.

"There you are. It is about time you joined us Tasheka," smiled Harry Sims, the Dean of History.

Tasheka stopped as she entered the office and looked around. She was shocked at the scene before her. Harry was sitting at his desk. He had a little black girl on his lap who was bouncing up and down. Mammy was standing next to the Dean's desk watching the little black girl as she bounced up and down on Harry's lap, giggling and laughing.

In the corner of the office standing on a small stool with a noose around her neck and her hands handcuffed in front of her was pre-teen black girl. Amy Stone, the ancient history professor, was using a riding crop on the girl's rear end.

Bob Gupson, the finance department chair had a little black boy bent over before him in the other corner. He was pumping his cock in and out of the boy's anus.

Two of the female history professors had little black girls on their laps as both women fucked the little black girls with strap-ons.

"W-What the hell is g-going on?" stammered Tasheka.

Harry laughed. "We are all getting some black ass here." The other Professors joined in the laughing.

Tasheka was upset at the scene before her.

"The kids are Mammy's nieces and nephews. Don't look so upset Tasheka. Your lectures cover this type of behavior. Besides, Mammy pimped the kids out to us," smiled Harry. Then he looked at little girl on his lap. "Tell the nigger lady your name and age"

Tasheka was shocked at the word "nigger" being used by the Dean. He was always polite around Tasheka.

"Eye nigger lady my name Leasha and I eight year olt," smiled the girl as she continued to bounce on Harry's cock.

Mammy smiled at the little black girl saying. "Yes you is."

Harry looked over at the two female professors. "Angela and Cindy, who are the little pickaninny's on your laps?"

"Hi Tasheka. This is Lettie, say hi to the nigger lady, Lettie," urged Cindy Williamson, the middle history professor.

"Hi nigger lady," smiled the girl.

"How, how old is she?" asked Tasheka.

"Eye is seven year olt, nigger lady," replied Lettie as she closed her eyes and squirmed on Professor Williamson's lap.

Cindy and Tasheka had gone to college together, had been roommates briefly. Both had gotten jobs here at the Post Diversity University. Cindy was forty-one years old, single, and loved going to the Young Girl Club.

"And this is little niglet is Aneaka," smiled Angela. "Say hi to the nice nigger lady."

"Hi nigger lady, eye is nine year olt," replied the girl as she bounced on the strap-on.

"And what are you, Aneaka?" asked Angela looking at the black girl on her lap.

"Eyes a black animal for da nice white lady," smiled Aneaka.

Angela Murphy was the late middle ages history professor. She was a lesbian. She and two Freshman English teachers lived together. It was rumored that most weekends at their house were orgies.

The strap-ons that Cindy and Angela were wearing were five inches long, pink, and very thin. The strap-ons came equipped with battery powered clit massagers and both professors where squirming in their seats as the little black girls bounced and squirmed on them. These were the type of strap-ons that older women used on younger girls, not white girls, but young black girls, because it was against the law for adult male or females to take the virginity of a white girl under sixteen, but there were no such laws for black girls.

"That boy over there," pointed Harry, "is Bijou, ten years old. Bet you didn't know that Bob was gay?" Harry laughed.

Bob grunted as he said. "Fuck you Harry."

The black boy was gritting his teeth and had tears running down his face as Bob plunged his cock into the rear end of the boy. To Tasheka, it looked like the boy wasn't enjoying the fucking at all.

Amy Stone looked over at Tasheka. "This is Nessie. She's eleven years old," Amy said as she stuck out her tongue and ran it up and down the side of the black girls face.

Then Amy reached around with her hand a grabbed the girls tit and pinched the nipple hard making the eleven year old jump. The black girl had a ball gag on so everybody in the room heard a muffled cry.

"Did you know Tasheka that white people used to hang niggers? Sometimes just for the fun of it?" Amy stepped back and put her foot on the stool and pushed it out from under the girl. The black girl's toes just barely touched the carpet but she panicked and started pumping her legs like she was running. Everybody in the office started laughing at the sight of the black girl trying desperately to find solid footing. Everybody except Tasheka who was horrified at the sight before her.

Mammy laughed and said. "Whew, look at that little niglet run!"

The white professor of Ancient History stepped back again and used the riding crop on the ass cheeks of the black girl. "Dance nigger girl! Dance like your ancestors to that fucking Hip Hop shit that they listened too!" laughed Amy as she gleefully swatted the ass of the girl and with her other hand rubbed her pussy under her skirt. After about a minute of swatting the black girl's ass, the girl started to slow down her kicking. Amy picked up the stool and placed it under the girl.

Amy turned the girl around facing the others in the office. "See how wet this little nigger black head is? That's not pee. That's wetness from her black hole of a cunt." Amy looked at the girl. "Are you my little black head that I can pop like a zit?" The black girl with fear in her eyes nodded her head quickly. Amy Stone pulled up a chair and sat down, pulled up her short black business skirt, pulled down her panties and started masturbating her herself.

"Kick the stool out from under you, little black headed zit," she hissed as she rubbed pussy.

Nessie shook her head. She had a terrified look on her face.

"Do it blackhead, or I will leave your black ass hanging for three minutes."

Nessie raised her left foot and kicked the stool out from under her. She started swinging gently back and forth. Amy moaned loud as she worked her clit and cunt to orgasm as the black girl struggled against the noose. As Amy came down from orgasm, she placed the stool under the girl again. She looked at the others. "I like the feeling of power over these little niggers!"

Just then the Trudy Mills, professor of white history, walked into the office. She had her blonde hair done in a severe bun which was tightly pulled back, with a white blouse that showed her cleavage and a short black skirt. She was also wearing pink Mistress boots that had a six inch heel and came to her knees. She was all business.

"Well, the uppity nigger has decided to join us," smiled Trudy. "About fucking time bitch!"

"I beg your pardon!" stammered Tasheka. She never like Trudy and she tried to never let that show thru, but this was too much. Tasheka had gotten her professorship before Trudy and had better grades than Trudy in College. Trudy had always been jealous of Tasheka. She felt that blacks were given preferential treatment in hiring and school.

Trudy walked over to Tasheka, balled her fist up and punched Tasheka in the stomach. Tasheka let out a scream and doubled over, dropping to her knees holding her stomach.

"You don't beg for anybody's pardon you stupid nigger!" yelled Trudy as she looked down at Tasheka.

"Look like da nice nigga lady don't know her place," giggled little Lettie as she bounced up and down on the lap of Cindy Williamson. Cindy had her hands on the arms of the chair. She was close to orgasm.

Mammy looked over at Cindy. "Why don't yous hold Lettie, Miss Cindy. It will make yous cum betta," smiled Mammy as she walked over.

"I don't want to get my hands dirty holding a nigger," moaned Cindy. Then she quickly opened her eyes looking at the child, saying "and don't you touch me you little black mark on society"

"Eyes won't Miss Cindy," smiled Lettie. "Niglets like me knows our places"

"Lick my boots nigger" ordered Trudy as she looked down on Tasheka.

When Tasheka didn't move, Trudy walked to her side and kicked her in her ribs. Tasheka screamed again and rolled over on her side.

"I said lick my boots, nigger!" Trudy hissed as she stood in front Tasheka's face.

Tasheka quickly stuck her tongue out and licked up and down the front of the boot.

Aneaka, the nine year old on the lap of Professor Angela laughed and pointed, "Look. Da nice Nigga lady knows her place, just like momma."

Professor Angela pushed the nine year old from her lap, the girl falling on the floor, she looked up with a hurt expression. "Eyes dit some 'um wrong Miss Angela?"

Professor Angela stood up pulled the nine year old by her hair over to where Tasheka was licking the boots of Trudy. "Take the bra and panties off this stupid nigger lady!" she ordered the girl as her five inch strap-on was waving back and forth in front of her, emitting the soft humming from its clit massager.

The nine year old quickly pulled the bra and panties off Tasheka and sat back on her heels.

"Spread the nigga lady's ass cheeks you black animal," ordered Angela. "And check to see if she is wet."

Professor Cindy was moaning in low tones as the strap-on tickler was teasing her clit. The seven year old was still bouncing on her lap. The professor was close to coming.

Amy Stone had walked over and stood next to Trudy who was smiling down at Tasheka. She had taken the noose from Nessie's neck and removed the ball gag. The black girl was standing next to Harry's desk.

Harry stood up. Leasha was clinging to the man's chest, her left cheek against his chest and her arms wrapped around his back. Harry's cock was still firmly embedded in the eight year old. "Nessie get over here, quick," he moaned, "I am about to cum in this black hole and I don't want any cum spilling out. You lick up everything you see coming out of her cunt," he ordered.

Eleven year old Nessie quickly walked around the desk and knelt in front of the Dean as cum started oozing out of Leasha's cunt.

"Ohhh, dat feels so good, Massa," squealed the black girl. "Is all warm and gooey. White men cum feel betta dan nigger cum"

Nessie was licking up and down the underside of the Dean's cock and slurping at the entrance of where his cock was in Leasha's cunt.

Aneaka stuck her little hand into Tasheka's cunt and felt around. "She wet alright Miss Angela, she be ready for your cock," giggled the nine year old.

Tasheka stopped her licking of Trudy's boots and said, "No, please don't."

"Shut the fuck up nigger," hissed Trudy as she bent over and slapped side of Tasheka's head.

Just then Bob started moaning as he came in the boy's asshole. "Oh yes, you tight assed nigger bastard," he yelled as he gripped the boys hips and pushed deep. "Take it all you stupid-assed nigger"

Then Professor Cindy started cumming, humping her hips up and down, the strap-on tickler teasing her clit. Lettie was laughing and giggling as the white woman came.

Harry pulled the black girl off his cock and ordered her and Nessie to lick him clean. Professor Cindy pushed Lettie off her lap.

Angela looked at Aneaka who had her hand still in Tasheka's cunt and said. "I'm not gonna fuck her cunt, I'm gonna fuck her asshole, you stupid shit."

Aneaka giggled and Mammy walked over.

Tasheka raised her head. "Oh God, please don't I beg you."

"Now, now, Miss Tasheka, it won't hurt a bit," smiled Mammy.

Angela lined up her five inch strap-on against Tasheka's asshole, grabbed Tasheka's waist and pushed forward.

"Damn, this asshole is tight," Angela said as she pulled out slightly and pushed the five inches all the way in.

Tasheka let out a yell. Then screamed as she asshole was invaded by a plastic cock.

Harry walked over. "Get the little nigger girls panties, put one in her mouth and the others on her head," he laughed. "We have to show this nigger that she can't miss out meetings."

Nessie, the eleven year old, quickly retrieved the panties and stuffed one in Tasheka's mouth and put the other two panties and Bijou's underwear on Tasheka's head.

Harry looked at Mammy. "Get the collars and leash, Mammy."

Tasheka was crying and gagging on the panty that was stuffed in her mouth. Angela was laughing and slapping Tasheka's ass cheeks as she pumped the black professor's asshole. Trudy Mills put her boot on Tasheka's head and pushed down, squashing Tasheka's face to the carpet.

Mammy returned with the leash and collars. "Kay, Nessie, over here" she pointed next to Tasheka. Nessie quickly got her hands and knees next to Tasheka. Mammy secured the collar around the girls neck and clipped the leash to it.

"Aneaka, honey, next to Nessie, if you will," smiled the black woman.

Aneaka quickly got on her hands and knees next to her cousin. Mammy attached the collar and leash to her neck. Then Mammy secured the collar around Tasheka's neck. Tasheka didn't notice. She was too busy crying and screaming thru her gag with Trudy's boot on her head.

"Look at me everybody!" yelled Angela. "I am raping a black ass," she laughed.

"Leasha and Bijou over here," pointed Mammy.

Leasha got on her hands and knees to the left of Tasheka and Bijou got on his hands and knees next to Leasha. Mammy attached both collars and leashes to the black kids. The leash had a five foot length on it then it flared out to the neck collars of the four black kids and Tasheka. A person could walk five dogs with the leash.

Mammy handed the leash to Trudy. "Here's go Miss Trudy, four black puppies and their mutha!" smiled Mammy.

The four black kids looked up at Trudy. "Bark for me puppies, bark for your mistress," she smiled.

The four kids, because they were being paid, started barking like puppies, yipping and barking in unison.

The Dean, Harry, Cindy and Bob stood next to Trudy as the four black kids were barking. Angela started to cum on the strap-on tickler, it was a hot scene as she fucked the asshole of Tasheka with kids on their hands and knees next to her barking like dogs.

"Oh, fuck me!" screamed Angela as she started cumming. Trudy and the other laughed as Angela came and Tasheka was crying thru the panties in her mouth. The kids were barking, trying to get Trudy's attention.

Angela slumped back from Tasheka with an exhausted look on her face. Trudy reached down and took the panties from Tasheka's mouth.

"Your not gonna miss anymore meetings are you nigger?" she hissed.

Tasheka shook her head "no," then she noticed the four kids on either side of her and realized that she was leashed and collared with them. Mammy reached down and pulled the underwear from her head.

"That's right Tasheka," smiled Harry. "Your professorship has been revoked?"

Tasheka looked up at the Dean. "Why?" she asked with tears in her eyes.

"You missed five meetings the last week, Tasheka. And as you know that's grounds for termination. We all know that niggers can't make important decisions by themselves so we have decided, with your best interests in mind, that we will reduce your pay and take away your pension. You are no longer a professor here. Your new job will be classroom assistant for the History Department."

Tasheka shook her head. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The other History professors were smiling at her.

Harry continued. "Your alternative is to quit all together but we have decided that you can be a good nigger for us. You will be a good nigger for us because you don't want your employment terminated, right?"

The other professors were all staring at Tasheka. She nodded her head, agreeing with the Dean.

"Good, so Trudy here has paid for you," smiled Harry.

"What?"

"Mammy pimped you out to Trudy."

Tasheka looked over at Mammy who was smiling. "Money was good Miss Tasheka."

Cindy and Angela were arranging their skirts. Amy was putting away her riding crop and ball gag, and Bob was pulling his pants up.

"Okay, Trudy, Tasheka is all yours," Harry said as he walked back to his desk.

"Come on, nigger doggies" Trudy said as she tugged on the leash and opened the door. Tasheka crawled on her hands and knees out the door first as the four children crawled out after her, squeezing thru the door behind the former Black history professor.

"Properly trained dogs know how to act at the end of a leash. Don't get tangled up, or there will be hell to pay," said Trudy as Mammy followed her out the door.

The teenage secretary stood up gasping at the site of Tasheka and the four Black kids crawling thru the office. Trudy had a big smile on her face as she held the five point leash.

"Tasheka, lead this pack of puppies to my office, and bark, all of you darkie doggies, bark, and that includes you you fat assed black bitch," as she kicked Tasheka between her thighs [SQUISH!] right on her wet cunt.

Tasheka yelped at being kick, but she and four kids barked their way down the hallway. White students laughed and smirked while the few black students gasped and hurried their way down the hall.

Tasheka stopped outside Trudy's office door and looked up at her tormentor. Trudy leaned over and unclipped the leash from Tasheka's collar. She turned to Mammy handing her the leash and taking Tasheka's jungle bunny outfit from Mammy. "Take these black animals out of my sight."

"Yes 'um, Miss Trudy," smiled Mammy as she lead the four kids on their hands and knees down the hallway.

Trudy opened the door of her office and kicked Tasheka in the ass, "Get inside nigger."

Tasheka scampered inside the office as Trudy closed the door behind her.

"Stand up," ordered Trudy.

Tasheka stood up and Trudy walked around her looking Tasheka up and down like a piece of meat.

"To think you tried to pass yourself off as a white woman wannabe, calling yourself Ann Roberts," Trudy said as she ran her fingers around Tasheka's mouth.

"I bet you have monkey and ape fantasies which involve well-educated professionals like myself humiliating you, hmmm?"

Tasheka slowly nodded her head. Trudy walked over to her desk and opened the top drawer pulling out a pair of latex gloves. Trudy walked back to Tasheka snapping the latex gloves over her hands. She reached down and felt Tasheka's cunt, it was wet.

"My, my what do we have here? A wet nigger?" smirked Trudy as she felt around Tasheka's pussy lips and looked at her fingers, Tasheka's wetness covered Trudy's gloved hand. "Nigger goo!"

Tasheka burned red at Trudy's observation and invasion of her cunt.

"As I was saying, we have to explain to you and other darkies, we have to re-educate you blacks, tutoring and mentoring you, on various racial-cultural stereotypes and the proper science behind it."

Tasheka was wondering where this was going.

Trudy moved behind Tasheka feeling her ass cheeks. "How, in evolutionary terms, only you niggers come from the dark continent. White people come from Cherish Valley."

Trudy squeezed Tasheka's left buttock which made Tasheka jump.

"Did you know Tasheka that blacks are further back on the evolutionary chain? Oh yes, all the professorial tutorials about how various nigger physical features resembling monkeys and apes confirm this empirically."

Trudy ran her right hand over Tasheka's tit and squeezed her nipple.

"And how nigger behavior validates this even more, especially your sexual behavior? Oh yes, Tasheka, the thug-gang black male patterns are very similar to chimpanzee troops and other apes and monkeys. And, following this, the new material of my recent research confirming Lesley vs. Richardson on how experiences of nigger mother's can transmit genetic changes to their little black animal offspring within one generation."

Tasheka knew Trudy was right about apes, monkeys and chimpanzees, given the strong historical and still contemporary evidence. Most racially specific research linked blacks and apes, monkeys and chimps for obvious physical reasons as well as others. Tasheka always found it difficult talking with white women about black behavior and physical characteristics because it was almost "natural" and "inevitable" that black people were related to primates and white women were afraid of primates. Blacks and primates had the same features such as the ears, the prominent brows, cheekbones, wide mouths, big lips. But also the musculature, often the leg stances in dances, especially, sometimes the long arms and fingers, the palms and foot pads, and, for some reason, the curvature and sway of the lower back and prominent buttocks matched the architecture of apes, monkeys and chimpanzees.

Tasheka had tears in her eyes. She knew about her tormentor's recent research but hoped that it would not be validated.

"Especially the genetic changes with respect to sexual, intellectual, and cultural development, all point to the importance of keeping uppity niggers, like yourself, for their physical, sexual, and entertainment value in Cherish Valley. But even some blacks rise above the "natural place" of niggers like your lovely daughter LaTasha and you. So you have to be put back in your place."

Tasheka jumped a little when Trudy pinched her left nipple.

"For me, I plan on keeping niggers as useful diversions to my life style, as outlets for my primal, sexual, animal urges." Trudy stared right at Tasheka.

Trudy balled up her fist and hit Tasheka in the stomach. Tasheka doubled over but did not fall to the ground, "Very good, nigger, I am in impressed." Then Trudy slapped Tasheka's face. Tears welled up in Tasheka's eyes, the slap stung.

Trudy reached both hands out and wrapped them around Tasheka's neck. "You have a lovely long neck, Tasheka. I never noticed that before," she smiled. "My young daughter, Angelica, would love to put a noose around your neck. She does a show at the Young Girl Club you know. My daughter is seven years old and a licensed professional hanger, one of the few girls her age to attain that."

"No, I didn't know that," replied Tasheka.

Trudy punched Tasheka in the stomach again. "When you answer me Nigger, you talk black talk, understand?"

Tasheka was doubled over again but managed to nod her head.

"So say it," hissed Trudy.

"Ey, Ey, Eyes understant, M-M-Miss T-T-Trudy," stammered Tasheka.

"Would you like to be hanged by my seven year old, Tasheka?"

"Eyes don't rightly know, Miss Trudy, if yous lovely daughta decides dat it right to hang a nigga like me, den she know best for me," Tasheka replied with humiliation.

"Good for you Tasheka, now kiss my boots. And this time use both hands, wrap your arms around my boot and make love to my leg with your kisses," Trudy said glaring down at Tasheka.

Tasheka crawled forward and wrapped her arms around Trudy's boot and started kissing up and down the length of the pink boot.

"Very good nigger, but with a little more passion."

Tasheka planted her kisses on the pink boot then switched to other boot.

Trudy looked down at Tasheka and said. "I bet one of your strongest fantasies is when you went to the zoo with your kids when they were young, the shame and humiliation you felt as you gazed at the ape and monkey exhibits. The looks, giggles and comments of the white kids, hushed by their parents, as they looked at you and then the chimpanzees, while your kids wondered why others were pointing at you and the chimps. The embarrassment they must have felt."

Tasheka nodded her head. She was planting kisses up and down the pink boot. Her cunt was getting very wet. She could not convey the feelings she always gotten simply going to the zoo with the twins and seeing the apes and monkeys, and reflecting on how LaTasha and her both resemble them so much more closely.

"Everybody knows about your attorney daughter by the way. She has stick-out, monkey ears, like you, doesn't she?"

Tasheka nodded her head.

"Don't slobber on my boot nigger," giggled Trudy. "Is she a monkey or a chimpanzee?

"Eyes don't rightly knows, Miss Trudy," replied Tasheka. "But I thinks she be a monkey"

"Have you read the science research, Tasheka, that dogs are smarter than niggers? Hmmm?"

Tasheka had read about the science last month. Cherish Valley kennels had found research done a long time ago that indicated that dogs could be trained to follow commands quicker than black people. It was assumed at the time that because white people allowed black people to become more educated over the decades that led to the conclusion that blacks couldn't be trained anymore.

"Yes, Miss Trudy, eyes heard dat dogs are smarter dan nigga's."

"Then one can conclude that a dog is smarter than you?" giggled Trudy as she looked down on Tasheka.

"Yes 'um, Miss Trudy," Tasheka almost started crying again. The humiliation of admitting to the science of blacks and dogs was almost too much for her.

"I think one of your most shameful and powerful fantasies," smiled Trudy as she looked down at Tasheka kissing her boot. "Is having your white-girl wanna-be relaxed/straightened hair cut off and have your head shaved completely bald, maybe leaving two hunks hanging over your ears, like floppy puppy ears, but with your hair made into a butt-plug tail."

Tasheka looked up at Trudy with tears in her eyes. How did she know this? Did all white people know the fantasies of blacks?

Trudy smiled. "To be trained as a pet puppy dog for a young white girl, being compelled to perform like a dog for the attention and affection of young white girls, including, most humiliatingly, and I would bet my job on it, your youngest daughter, Diane."

Tasheka didn't say anything. She was trapped. Trudy knew her inner most secrets and would use them against her. When Tasheka thought about it, it was no surprise to find racism cropping up all around her in the community, even now, and even creeping into the work place and into her deepest, darkest fantasies.

"How about it, Tasheka, would you like to be a puppy for your white daughter? To have her show you off around the Valley? I bet she would be so proud to have her nigger momma barking for doggie treats from the kids," giggled Trudy.

Tasheka was defeated. "Yes 'um Miss Trudy, this nigga mutha would be proud to be a puppy for her mistress daughta."

Trudy squatted down in front of Tasheka, slightly spreading her legs in front of her. Tasheka could see that Trudy wasn't wearing any panties. She wondered if that was by choice or if her young daughter, Angelica, told her not to wear them.

"Besides I think that your white looking and acting twins just might be embarrassed by and ashamed of their darkie mother and half sister."

"Whats you mean, Miss Trudy?"

"Let's see, you two being dominated and humiliated and degraded as niggers in front of them, you and your bitch of an attorney daughter losing their respect because you are niggers, earning their contempt, and eventually being dominated, humiliated and degraded by them too."

Tasheka hung her head, Trudy was right. Her twins were white and acted white, they were accepted in the white community. She felt quite certain the kids would take advantage of her situation.

"I would imagine that they would degrade and humiliate you for your own good, to protect you from further public scandal because of you and your daughter's position in Cherish Valley, to protect you from arrest and imprisonment because they can degrade you in public, and maybe from other, crueler whites, like me and my daughter," Trudy laughed. "Even while using, abusing and exploiting you themselves."

Trudy noticed that Tasheka was looking between her legs. "Like what you see? I keep myself shaved. It is more hygienic, and besides Angelica likes it that way. Now, stand up."

Tasheka stood up wiping tears from her eyes.

Trudy threw the jungle bunny outfit and doggie chew bone to Tasheka. "Get dressed and go back to your office," Trudy giggled when she said that. "Come back here at 3pm sharp. Don't be late. I have somebody that wants to meet you."

"Yes, Miss Trudy," replied Tasheka as she slipped on her panties and bra and walked out the door.

Mammy was standing in the broom closet rearranging her cleaning supplies.

"There you is, Miss Tasheka," smiled Mammy.

"How could you pimp me out, Mammy?" Tasheka said upset.

"It was easy, Miss Tasheka," smiled Mammy as she handed Tasheka a wad of cash. "I keep my cut of ten percent."

"This isn't right, Mammy," Tasheka scooted past Mammy to her small desk and chair and dropped the cash on the table. "How could you pimp out those kids?"

"Their momma ask me too. 'Sides they need money too," Mammy shrugged her shoulders. "'Sides Miss Tasheka, you start talking nigga talk, white folk 'pect it"

Tasheka looked at Mammy. "I still don't understand about the kids."

"Mr. Harry came to me last week afta one of dem meetings and ask if I knew of any 'lil niglets for pleasure."

"I didn't know you had a sister."

"Oh, Miss Tasheka, I got lots of sista's, all pure nigga sista's," laughed Mammy. "Our daddy liked fuckin' round the hood."

"Where is he now?"

"He be a swamp runnin' nigga for the kennel, trainin hounds and such."

"Where are the kids?"

"Dare momma came and got 'em. Said her lil animals needed more trainin'," smiled Mammy. "So what did Miss Trudy and yous do?"

"Ah, we just talked."

"Did you talk nigga talk wit her? Cause white people love it when coons talk nigga talk, makes 'em feel all safe and superior and such."

"Some."

"Well, yous keep practicin' nigga talk Miss Tasheka, an in no time yous fit right in. I gots ta goes now. Gots some mo trainin fo da lil niglets ta do."

Tasheka sat there staring out the broom closet door. Slowly she pulled out her lunch and started to eat. Tasheka thought she had to get in the right kind of mind set for her 3pm appointment with Trudy Mills. She would have to live with what she taught.

An hour later, Tasheka was standing outside the office of Trudy Mills, White History Professor. She knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Trudy yelled.

Tasheka walked into the office and closed the door. When she turned around, there was Trudy sitting at her desk, and sitting on the couch were three little girls.

"Girls this is the nigger Professor, Tasheka, you can call her whatever you want." The three girls smiled. "Tasheka, this is my daughter Angelica. She is seven years old. In the middle is Cassidy and on the left is Jessie, both also seven years old. Okay girls, she is all yours."

"What? What do mean?" Tasheka asked as she back up to the door.

"Shut up and undress Coon," ordered Angelica.

The three seven year olds got up from the couch and advanced on Tasheka. "Better get undressed now darkie or else we rip that bra and panties off you." smiled Cassidy. The girls each had golden blonde hair, and each one had their hair tied back in pigtails. Each wore a typical schoolgirl's uniform; pleated skirt, white shirt with tie, knee high socks and shiny black shoes.

As Tasheka pulled off her bra and panties Angelica said. "That whore over there," she nodded to her mother sitting behind her desk. "Thought we could use your black ass for a show at the Young Girl club."

"Angelica, please don't degrade me in front of this nigger," Trudy said with embarrassment on her face.

"Shut up Mrs. Mills," replied Jessie.

The three youngsters circled Tasheka like a pack of wolves. The girls started running their hands up and down Tasheka's body.

"Nice tits," observed Cassidy. "You have cow size tits, nigger. Good for milking." She continued as she squeezed each nipple.

"Ass cheeks are good," said Jessie. "No marks like she's never been whipped before."

"I love your long neck, nigger; good for a hanging," remarked Angelica as she ran her hands around Tasheka's neck.

Tasheka was secretly impressed. 'These seven year olds knew their business.' thought Tasheka. 'I wonder how long they have been doing this?'

The girls went to their backpacks and pulled out latex gloves, snapping them on their hands. Jessie went back to Tasheka, who felt like she was being examined like a piece of meat. The girl bent her over at the waist and spread Tasheka's ass cheeks. "Hmmm, nice puckered mature black hole. Should have no problem taking a strap-on."

Cassidy stood in front of Tasheka and slapped her tits. "Nice and bouncy," then she grabbed both nipples and pulled them. Tasheka let out a grunt as her nipples were pulled straight out. "These tits are mature enough that they could take punishment."

Angelica jabbed three fingers into Tasheka's cunt and wiggled them around. Tasheka tried with all her might not to move or groan, but the fingers felt good, "This mature cunt is full of nigger goo. Should work really good."

"What kind of nigger are you?" asked Jessie.

"I be a good nigga girl fo yous Miss Jessie," replied Tasheka with humiliation. How easy it was to revert to black talk. Practice, isn't that what Mammy said?

"What is smarter? A dog or Coon?" asked Cassidy as she grabbed both of Tasheka's tits and squeezed them.

"A dawg Miss Cassidy, Coon's are stupit," replied Tasheka as her body was pulled back and forth as the seven year old mauled her breasts.

"Are you a Coon?" asked Jessie.

"I be a Coon, Miss Jessie."

The three girls sat back down on the couch. Angelica pulled out a large baggie with panties in it. "These panties are soiled, peed on, and some of us wiped our ass with them. Put them on your head," the seven year old ordered as she threw the baggie at Tasheka.

Tasheka's clit twitched and her adrenaline pumped when she picked up the baggie.

"Do a show for us using those soiled panties. Be imaginative, and make it good nigger," said Cassidy as she leaned back on the couch and folded her arms.

"Entertain us, Coon," smiled Angelica.

As Tasheka pulled the soiled panties out of the baggie she thought that it was hugely arousing for her to wear soiled panties on her head, so much so that she do it to herself at home alone, just to humiliate and degrade herself, when she masturbated. And now here she was going to do it for these three seven year old girls and Trudy Mills the White History professor.

Tasheka put one panty in her mouth, put one her head, moving the crotch of the panty over her nose and mouth. She took the other two panties and stepped into them pulling them up to her crotch.

Tasheka held onto the two panties and started to hump and grind the panties against her cunt. Tasheka pulled the panties up and down, up and down, and humped and grinded on the soiled panties while standing in front of the girls.

"What a pathetic nigger she is," laughed Angelica as she watched the former black history professor grind her crotch against the panties.

"Fucking jiggaboo, humiliating herself for us," smiled Cassidy. Tasheka started humping and grinding them harder and faster.

"Girls, this is what I was telling you about black people. Their animals, with animal behaviors," smiled Trudy.

Tasheka thought of how much of a degradingly grotesque and obscenely absurd burlesque show she was putting on for these girls, getting more and more aroused.

"You're a pathetically, frantically self-humiliating dirty joke you know that nigger?" laughed Jessie. Then she looked at the girls. "I wonder how others, like her family and friends and professional colleagues, would view and think of her?"

"They would laugh at her, heap scorn and ridicule at her in amused disgust, as it all just adds to her nigger lust and arousal," smiled Angelica.

Tasheka stopped what she was doing and pulled the panties down to her knees. The three girls and Trudy sat forward watching with interest. Tasheka spread her legs and squatted, and then stuck her head into the soiled panties with her face and nose and mouth pressed up against the crotch of soiled panties.

The girls laughed and pointed at Tasheka.

The back of her head was held in the bottom of soiled panties. And, in that position, Tasheka waddled and scampered around Trudy's office. It's was an awkward and strenuous position for Tasheka, so she would stumble, tumble and fall, especially when she tried to scamper and scramble too fast and hard around the office. Tasheka waddled and scampered around the office, making sure to keep in a spread-kneed squat, panty-headed for the amusement of the young girls.

"Stop!" laughed Angelica.

Tasheka was close to coming when the girl told her to stop.

"On your hands and knees and take off those panties," the girl ordered.

The three girls came over to Tasheka on her hands and knees.

Angelica stood in front of Tasheka, lifted her skirt and said. "Kiss me. Kiss me on white beautiful cunt. And make it good nigger."

Tasheka looked up at the bald cunt in front of her. It smelled good, like the girl had perfumed it. She moved her head forward and planted a kiss on the youngster's lips. A good kiss. Tasheka pressed in a little bit and kissed again.

"Very good nigger. Kiss me again, right on my cunt lips and kiss me like you mean it," smiled the seven year old as she looked down on Tasheka.

Tasheka leaned in again bringing both hands up to Angelica's legs to steady herself.

"Don't touch me nigger, don't ever touch me with your dirty hands unless I give you permission," hissed Angelica.

Tasheka planted a wet kiss right on the girl's bald cunt. "Hmm, oh yea, very good. I like the feel of your chimpanzee lips," Angelica giggled. "Hmm, yes, you like the smell of my cunt?"

Tasheka nodded her head as she kissed the little girl again.

"My cunt smells like a rose. There is a special drink only sold to white females, no darkies allowed, that permeates our cunts and anus's. Now kiss my anus, on the black hole with your chimp lips." Angelica giggled as she turned around.

Tasheka put her head under the pleated skirt. "You have my permission to touch my ass with your hands, nigger."

Tasheka brought her hands up to spread the seven year olds ass cheeks. The smell of the girl's anus smelled good also, a rose petal smell. "First put the tip of your ape nose on my brownie and push on my anus with it." Angelica said as she looked over her shoulder at Tasheka.

Tasheka placed the tip of her nose on the brown opening and pushed her head forward.

"Oh, my, that feels good. Are you a brown noser, nigger?" smiled Angelica.

Tasheka nodded her head again.

"Answer me!" Yelled the girl.

"Yes 'um, Miss Angelica, I be a brown noser," came Tasheka's muffled reply.

"Hmm, do you think that you can trained to do doggie tricks better than a dog?"

"Yes 'um, Miss Angelica. Eyes can be betta than a dawg."

"That bitch over there says that coons can't be trained to perform like dogs, but I think you can."

Trudy had an embarrassed look on her face when her daughter said that.

Tasheka smiled to herself, it was true. "Yes 'um Miss Angelica, all coons can be trained like a dawg," muffed Tasheka. The rose petal smell of the girl's anus was intoxicating to Tasheka.

"Good, now kiss my asshole with passion," cooed the seven year old.

Tasheka put her lips on the girl's black hole and used her tongue to French kiss the brownie. Angelica started waving her ass back and forth forcing Tasheka's head to move with the girl's ass. "Now stick your tongue out and lap my ass like a dog would."

Tasheka stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and started lapping at the seven year olds ass crack, moving her head up and down.

"Ohhh, that tickles, very good nigger," squealed Angelica. "Now do the same to Cassidy and Jessie."

Tasheka kissed the pussies and assholes of the other two girls, both girls giggling and laughing as Tasheka did so. Jessie's cunt and anus had the smell of lilac. The lilac smell brought memories of her childhood when she would plant flowers with her momma in the garden.

"For being a stupid assed nigger, she sure can work that tongue!" squealed Jessie.

Tasheka moved over to Cassidy. Her cunt and anus had the smell of oranges. Cassidy was very wet when Tasheka applied her tongue to the girl's clit. Cassidy laughed and giggled. "This is great, I love it. An educated nigger bitch licking my beautiful white cunt!"

Cassidy turned around and bent over at the waist. Tasheka pressed her nose into the girl's brownie and she ran her tongue up and down the girl's ass crack like a dog would.

When Tasheka had finished she sat back on her heels and looked up at the girls smiling. "What do you think girls?" asked Trudy.

Angelica looked at her two friends. Jessie and Cassidy smiled and nodded their heads. "She'll do for my purposes mother," said Angelica as she looked at Tasheka kneeling on the floor. She looked at her mother again. "But I want the pimping rights to her body. I want seventy-five percent of her whoring take, the university gets fifteen percent and this black bitch here makes ten percent."

Suddenly it dawned on Tasheka what this meeting was all about. The rights to her body were being discussed and she had no say in the matter.

"She still works for the university you know, they will want more of the take," replied her mother.

Seven year old Angelica put her index finger to her mouth and thought. "The University can pimp her out during working hours taking forty percent, I get fifty percent and the bitch still gets ten percent."

"What about after hours, Angie?" asked Jessie.

Angelica looked at her mother and smiled. "Good point, Jess. After work hours, mom, I get my seventy-five percent because I am training the nigger."

"Okay, I think the Dean will agree to the arrangement," smiled her mother.

Angelica walked over to Tasheka looking at her. "I own you now, nigger. You work for me after hours when and where I say." The girl looked at her mother. "Make sure she is at the Young Girl tomorrow evening, come in the backdoor of the club," said Angelica. "Is there anything you want her to do?"

Trudy stood up from her desk. "What you girls just had her do is a big turn on for me and I have to cum. Crawl over here nigger, crawl to me."

"That will be ten dollars, mom," smiled her daughter.

Trudy pulled her purse out of the desk drawer and pulled out ten dollars handing it to her daughter. Angelica looked down at Tasheka then at her friends. "Imagine girls, a seven year old now owns a nigger for the price of nothing."

Tasheka lowered her eyes in humiliation.

"Do what my mom says, nigger."

Tasheka didn't argue or hesitate. She crawled around the desk to Trudy.

"Under the desk, bitch. Go on. Hurry up!" urged Trudy.

Tasheka crawled under the desk and Trudy sat down and scooted the chair forward. "Lick me, nigger. Kiss my cunt and make me cum." Trudy's eyes fluttered when Tasheka put her tongue on her pussy.

Just then the door opened and a young college girl poked her head into the office, "Excuse me girls, but your three nigger male dogs are here"

"Oh goody," exclaimed Cassidy as the three girls left Angelica's mom with Tasheka. Tasheka heard the girls laughing. Jessie exclaimed, "Their cocks are so huge!"

Cassidy said. "These bucks are perfect for mating with black bitches!"

The young college girl, before she closed Trudy's door, noticed Tasheka's high heeled feet sticking out from under the desk. "Um, Mrs. Mills? I have a couple of dollars. Can I use her after you're finished?"

Trudy was staring up at the ceiling. She nodded her head and smiled. The feeling of Tasheka's tongue and mouth on her cunt was wonderful. She must really tell the other female professors about this new find.

By the time Tasheka had gotten home, Tasha was already there. She was up in her room and said she didn't feel good. Tasheka quickly changed clothes and started on dinner. The twins would be home soon.

The End Of Part 2